If I'm There - A Noah Sebastian Story

Chapter Six - Rumors

KAT'S POV
I had agreed to catch Bad Omens set at least once before it was time to go, so that's what I did. I closed the shop right before 8pm, and rushed to the deck they were on. When I got there I tried to get next to the stage, but a guard stopped me as I didn't have a VIP pass.

"Hey, she's with me, I've got her," I looked up and Noah gave me a wink, and walked me to the side of the stage with his hand resting on my lower back. A few cameras flashed, but Noah didn't seem to pay any mind to it. He seemed used to it by now. I stood by the stage for the whole set, and watched as Noah ran the stage. As he played "If I'm There", a personal favorite song of mine, he glanced over at me occasionally. When he got off he ran straight to me, picked me up, and spun me around. I laughed, and hugged his neck, and more camera flashes went off.
After the show, Noah walked me back to my room. He was quiet all the while, and when we reached my door he turned to face me. I could tell something was on his mind.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, unlocking the door.

"I just feel like I've had the best time of my life, and in two days it's all going to be over." I stepped aside, and welcomed him in.

"I'm sure you'll be back next year!" I exclaimed as I went into the bathroom to take off my makeup. I saw him lean against the door frame in the reflection of the mirror.

"That's not what I'm talking about." Another blush came across my face, and I discarded my makeup wipe. I was glad my face was slightly red from the sun already, or else he'd see how he had made me feel. He stepped in, and I began my actual face wash routine. Noah leaned against the bathroom counter, smiling at me.

"You could come out to Scranton and see me, I have a guest bedroom." Noah's face lit up at my suggestion.

"Alright, bet. I'll come out there. It may be a week or two before I do, but I'll be there." I gave him a smile and walked out of the bathroom, then started to get into my pajamas. He awkwardly looked away as I pulled off my black sundress, and slipped into my silk pajama set. After I got more comfortable we wandered out onto the balcony and sat down. We sat in silence, doing separate activities, but the company was wonderful to have. No one was asking me if I was okay all the time, if I needed anything, or even if I took my medication. As I sat there, reading on my Kindle, Noah reached over and grabbed my free hand. I don't know where my mind went, I must've lost it when I boarded. I intertwined our fingers, and smiled to myself. While we sat out there, Cecilia walked out onto the balcony and sat down. I hadn't even seen her this whole time.

"What have you been up to?" I asked her, not looking up from my Kindle. Though I didn't look up, I could tell she was practically a red glow stick from the sun.

"I got attacked by a seagull today. I'm ready to go home," she said as she looked over at us. "Honey, who is this?"

"This is my new friend Noah, he sings for Bad Omens. Noah, this is my stepmom, Cecilia." Noah got up and shook her hand, then sat back down next to me. Cecilia kept staring. I could feel her eyes piercing into me, and then she smiled and leaned back.
The next morning when I woke up I realized my phone was flooded with notifications and messages, and someone was banging on my door. I got up and pulled on my robe.

"Give me a minute!" I shouted, making my way to the door. I unlocked the top lock, and opened it to see a panicked Noah. He came in and I shut the door. "What's wrong-" he shoved his phone in my face.

"It's everywhere, everyone has posted these pictures. I promise, I've said nothing, I've done nothing." I stared at the pictures, and read the speculations. 'Noah Sebastian has a girlfriend?' 'She's kinda cute tho' 'I've gotten a few tattoos from her, Noah has good taste ;)' 'Be honest, are you with her for her personality or those tits?' The comments got worse from there, all of them either sexualizing my body or demeaning me for even being spotted with him. The nice ones were cute while they lasted. "I told them to take down the pictures, I promise I am trying to fix this, Kat." I sat down on the edge of the bed and placed my head in my hands.

"Well, if you look at this way, I'll definitely be booked when I get home." Noah's eyes went wide in disbelief. Was he shocked that I wasn't flipping out? "What? It's not a big deal to me. I mean, life can't get any worse. So a few teenage girls called me a few ugly names-"

"It's not the ugly names I'm concerned about, Kat. These men are just looking at you like you're a fucking meal. They're demeaning you by sexualizing your body, I mean, it doesn't bug you?" Truly, it didn't. I found it disgusting, yes, repulsive even, but I was used to it.

"Noah," I smiled and raised an eyebrow, "are you-are you jealous?" Noah shied away and looked down.

"N-no, I'm not jealous. I-I just don't think it's okay for them to sexualize you like this."

"Why does it matter so much to you?"

"It just does-"

"But why?" I stood up and crossed my arms in front of him.

"Fuck, Kat! Maybe I see you as more than a piece of meat! Maybe I see you for who you really are!" I had clearly aggravated the man. Noah ran his hand through his hair. "You are so much more that what they are making you out to be. So much more." His voice was quiet again, and I looked down at the ground. I hadn't felt like I was in a long time. Noah placed a finger under my chin, then lifted my head up. "Believe me when I say that, Kat." I stared into his brown eyes and felt a comfort and warmth I hadn't felt in some time. His eyes searched mine as if he were looking for a response, but I had no words. He glanced down at my lips, and I glanced at his, then without hesitation we both leaned in. Our foreheads pressed against one another, breathing heavy in anticipation. His hand wandered to my cheek, holding it. I closed my eyes at his soft touch. It felt like an eternity before his lips found mine. Noah's hands slid down, and pulled my waist into him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and Noah pushed me down on the bed. As his hands began to unravel my robe, my phone began to ring. Noah reached up and silenced it, his lips still pressed to mine. With one hand he explored my body, going over every curve. His hand slipped into my silk sleep shorts, and then into my panties. I writhed under his touch as he kissed and bit at my neck, then went down to my collarbone. His lips left small kisses and marks along my chest, and his other hand disheveled my top. He didn't seem to want to rush anything as he took his sweet time to pull my bottoms off and toss them to the floor. Noah then pulled his pants down and eased into me. I intertwined our fingers and gripped his hands tightly as he thrust into me. Our hands were pressed firmly into the mattress as he slowly fucked me. Though we both seemed to enjoy the slow pace, he started to pick it up. The headboard hit the wall in sync with every forward thrust, and with every thrust I moaned his name.

"F-fuck, Noah, please!" He pushed harder and deeper into me, and my back arched. I swore I saw fireworks as my eyes shut, and I tightened around him. "Please keep going! Don't stop!" I begged as I began to reach my orgasm. My fingers dug into his hands, and he kissed me passionately while I moaned into his mouth.
After several intense orgasms, Noah laid down next to me, breathless. I pulled the white sheets over myself, and Noah turned on his side to face me.

"So, none of this bothers you?" He asked, grabbing my hand. I propped myself up on my elbow.

"Surprisingly, I couldn't care less. Unless, of course, it bothers you." Noah shrugged and shook his head.

"It doesn't bother me if people think we're together. I mean, I kind of like the idea, you know, of us being together. Of course there's distance and timing and differences in careers, but I could take you on tour with me, it'd be no problem-" I cut him off and placed a finger on his lips.

"Let's start out slow. Dates, phone calls, visiting each other." Noah grinned.

"So it's a deal then?"

"It's a deal."